Nov 15, 2002 15:45
A poem
The Orange leaves
Bright orange and yellow leaves
Flying through the cold air
Temperarily defying the earth
Before they're stuffed into a big black plastic bag
They tumble and dance
Across the still green
Frozen grass
The trees stand naked
with their clothes around there ankles
And their nuts exposed
Meanwhile the evergreens just stand there
Like wallflowers
But standing out among the rest
The orange and yellow leaves
So visually loud
Visually deafening
In the face of that orange and yellow
Mass of fire that is
The sun
They keep on dancing
Its a non-stop party
In the non-plastic bag